Find Me (Bellarke's fanfic)

6. Worthy

This chapter is dedicated to @SkinnyDippingHarry and @RelativeWeirdness because they're the best and have helped me with this fanfic as well, xx

That's Damian on the pic btw :)

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CLARKE

A week had passed since I got to the temple. Well, since I was dragged there by force. I wasn't sure about anything, I wasn't sure about what those people wanted from me, I only knew that their home, the place where I had been for that week was called The Temple. It consisted in many little caves all on the same perimeter, and at the end, just next to the last one there was a path that lead to a huge river. Those people who called themselves The Nero Tribe believed in such peculiar things. They believed in Gods. And they thought I was one of them.

A lot of things had happened that week. My leg was almost completely healed, all thanks to Damian, he was pretty good taking care of people. Eventually we had our med-talk, you know, we shared everything we knew about medicine, I told him about what they taught me back at the Ark and how my mom was such a great doctor, as he talked about all those interesting ways they had for healing themselves, all based in plants and water, from the River. The things was, those people believed the River had some kind of supernatural power that kept them alive and healthy. Of course, I asked Damian about it and he just laughed and told me that he or someone else would tell me about the Legend eventually. What legend, I didn't now.

He was one of the nicest people I had ever met. I couldn't deny the fact that I was terrified of being among those people because I didn't know them and I was far away from "home". But Damian, he would hang out with me and make me forget about everything. He was the closest thing I had from a friend there. I didn't trust anyone, but Damian was the one I distrusted the less.

On the other side, there hadn't been a day that I didn't think about Bellamy, or my mom, or my friends. I missed them so badly. I would often close my eyes and imagine them right in front of me, I would imagine all these conversations with them, asking me about my wound, about how I felt and telling me how they missed me; but that's it. Just a fantasy. Nothing real.

I knew I was being too calm about the fact that I was now somewhere I didn't quite belong, but what was I supposed to do? Those people treated me well, I mean, there was something odd about all that kindness coming from them. They treated me like I was fragile, like I was some precious treasure they had to protect. I couldn't forget that very first day I woke up in here, the day I met Damian, the day Amira (who was the leader here) kneeled and worshiped me.

Every time I would mention that or ask about it they would just ignore me, like it was a sin for me to know.

I noticed that when somebody looked at me they started murmuring words. I knew they referred at me as a Goddess, but no one could answer my questions about that just then.

"What are you doing?", I asked Damian as he got closer to me.

"Someone has to take care of your leg, right?", he raised an eyebrow as he kneeled beside me and took a look at my now not-so-nasty wound.

I rolled my eyes in frustration. That was unnecessary. My wound would just keep healing itself, I could walk which was the important thing.

He smiled. "The good news are that your leg is almost completely healed".

I snorted. We already knew that.

"And the bad news?", I raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you think there are any bad news?", he looked at me playfully.